I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.

Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that's how we'll know life is finally finished.

The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster.

Francia don’t look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.